In his eyes and face was another look.

It was as if in all his life he had never seen James Kent before.

It was a look born suddenly of shock, the shock of amazement, of incredulity, of a new kind of horror.

Then swiftly again his countenance changed, and he put a hand on Kent's head.
"God forgive you, Jimmy," he said.

"And God help you, too!" Where a moment before Kent had felt the hot throb of an inundating joy, his heart was chilled now by the thing he sensed in Father Layonne's voice and saw in his face and eyes.